Whiskers and Peanut Butter

So, Garrett and I are sitting up in bed but getting ready to go to sleep, literally just minutes after I wrote last night’s blog. We’re watching “The Biggest Loser”- there’s only one more week before the finale, by the way. Anyway, we’re watching TV, when all of a sudden, we both see something move across the floor. We both looked at each other as if to say “Did you see that?” Not quite sure what it was, and not really wanting to stick around to find out, I did the only thing a sane woman would do- I left Garrett on the bed and high-tailed it upstairs. A few shrieks later, Garrett joined me upstairs, informing us that there was a mouse in our bedroom. A small, almost cute one, but a mouse nonetheless. Garrett stayed downstairs trying to lure Mickey out of his safe haven, but after a half hour or so, gave up and joined me in the upstairs den. If I may, an observation: sleeping on the love seat doesn’t make for the best night’s rest ever.

So, I woke up this morning and got ready, only to realize that my cell phone was downstairs, in Mickey Land. I ran downstairs and back up faster than the speed of light, with my phone tucked securely in my pocket. Whew! I went to work, only to think all day about how much I wanted to sleep in my own bed!!!

Fast forward to 3:15 this afternoon. Garrett tells me he’s talked to Meyer Pest Control (bless you all!), and Ronnie tells Garrett to set some traps and put peanut butter on them. So, what does Garrett do? He buys 12 mouse traps and a jar of peanut butter, of course. Wal-Mart is handy sometimes!

Forward again to 8:30 this evening. I’m longing for my bed. Saralynn is trying to go down for the night, and I’m wishing I could join her soon. Just as I’m about to dose off myself, Garrett comes bounding up the stairs with the news that “Fred is DEAD!” I want so badly to feel sorry for the living creature that has just met his demise in my house, but I just can’t. I’m overjoyed! I get my domain back! But, Garrett does remind us all that he didn’t die hungry. His last meal consisted of a mouthful of peanut butter. I’m really not sure I’ll ever view peanut butter the same way again, but I’m just glad the furry creature is out of my bedroom! Garrett escorted Fred to the edge of the woods and released his body from the confines of the trap. We’re hoping we won’t, but you never know when we might need it, along with the other 11, again some day.

All in all, it was a good day. Fred got to go back outside where he belongs, though he won’t be able to enjoy it, and I’ll get to enjoy my bed. Oh, and I’m making a note to consider naming a son after Ronnie. He is now officially my hero.